Well-o-Weary

Fatigue works like the slow and seeping Consciousness that one has strayed By following the glow of creeping Ghost lamps in a star-struck glade.

 

The sleeper’s likeness unto death Is also oft remarked upon When naught but low and steady breath Attests the sleeper’s life flows on.

 

Then – oddest of all three sensations – Re-entering ‘the world’ at last; Absorbed in wondrous captivations – Remembering the world is vast.

Dawe

Makes me think that ...

Myalgic Encephalomyelitis is debilitating and to-date has no known treatment. People wait.

2019

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